Holy Organs Music Co. Vol I

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    Holy Organs Music Co. Vol I four track compilation record on stunning Baby Pink in Electric Blue 12" vinyl.

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    Bone Police - Pizza Night at Party Palace
    Hurricane J - At All
    Troubadour and the Sword - Dearly Departed General
    Reindeer Flotilla - The Right Wound

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released October 31, 2018

Mixed by Nic Johns
Co-produced by Neal Harris, Jacob Bruggman and Nic Johns
Mastered by Ed Brooks at Resonant Mastering in Seattle, WA

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Holy Organs Music Co. Seattle, Washington

Founded in 2018 by Jacob Bruggman and Neal Harris, Holy Organs Music Co. is a music production company and a collective of Seattle and Los Angeles-based musicians, producers & mixers. Send us a link to your demo recording if you're interested in working together. ... more

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Track Name: Bone Police - Pizza Night at Party Palace
Bring color to
The vast unending gray

Life anticipated
In the right light
What felt like more
Time lost

Little agitated
But in the right light
I loved it all

Am I hesitating?
Think twice
Yeah, you know me well

Procrastinating
It's pizza night at party palace

Bring color to
The vast unending gray

Breakdown when things really matter
Then dig through to each other's sadness
Try to grow from the pain
Track Name: Hurricane J - At All
If I could speak
To you
And my words
Could penetrate through
Your walls...

I'd say stop right there
This love is leading nowhere

If I could peel back my skin
You would see the wreckage
That lies herein
And the pain
It comes in waves, it's true

But you are not evil
You know not what you do
No you are not evil
Though it's evil you do

And your fingers were once like
Matches to my skin
Now they hang lifeless
Like self-defense weapons

And we lie in this room
And we don't say a word
'cause we have nothing to say anymore

Dare I tried to touch you
Dare I tried to love you
Dare I try at all

And you say
Your love just disappeared
And you can hardly stand
The weight of your guilt

And you
Have just been faking it for years
And you hope
I never know this feeling

Yes you hope
I never know the feeling

Well stop right there
This love is leading nowhere

And each of your words
Strikes at my core
Setting fire to my blood
Setting fire to my bones

And I cannot breath
I cannot breath

You ripped the heart from my chest
But its still beating
And I'll hope you never know this feeling
Yes, I'll hope you never know this feeling

Dare you find a lover
Dare you try to love her
Damn you if you ever try
At all
Track Name: Troubadour and the Sword - Dearly Departed General
Got a letter from our general declaring war
Waged with plastic sword toothpicks from the dollar store
In a walled out hideout in the Bering sea
Drifting aimlessly hopeless with salt in our hangnails

Turn the radio to four
I don’t need it anymore

Watched eons go by on a computer screen
And the DVDs packed up in VHS cases
Mean something to someone that’s no one at all
Like Mulder and Scully and all of their Martians

Turn the radio to four
I don’t need anymore

But I can’t be slow to conscious
All the times and they’re won
No I can’t be one too slow to conscious
All the times
Track Name: Reindeer Flotilla - The Right Wound
Out of contact, withering will
The grey matter decaying till
Interaction, without appeal
Is imitating other faces to feel

No remorse is found in a heart filled
Save inspiration from it getting killed
The bitter harvest of a barren field
That separates what was from what's unreal

The night comes to remind oneself, you know the deal
The right wounds justify themselves until they heal

From inside a head left filled with space
Once dedicated to what she'd relate
There is a quiet you'll come to hate
When just the echo of goodbye remains

Existential fear has no larger teeth
Than watching empathy turn into grief
And understanding that you can't keep
A flame from flickering if it's out of reach

The right wound, self-inflicted though you cannot fake
The right move being what you wish you didn't take
Cause when the night comes and the only warmth that you can feel
Is the right wound when you let it bleed so it won't heal

Won't let it heal

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